Not sure what I expected really. Did I think I would be confined? Yes, obviously yes. You can't just capture a monster and then let it wander around willy-nilly. A few questions are bound to be raised. Why the hell do you have a monster walking around, please kill it until it's dead, for example. Particularly if you're going to be supporting and strengthening said monster. I can't imagine most of these stone people are likely to be big fans of the endeavour. The whole 'Monsters v Everyone else' dynamic has been fairly well established by my experiences up to this point. For whatever reason these crazy nutters want to make a new big bad monster to go to the centre of the world and hang out with the other nineteen ancients.
I'm not keen on the idea. I want to support my family and help to develop the greatest empire of ant monsters that ever existed. Other than that, I want to sleep a lot. It's not too much to ask is it? I suppose there are other things I'd like to do. I wouldn't mind eting up with another reincarnated human such as myself. One that isn't completely nuts, that is. Garralosh wasn't what I would describe as particularly stable by the ti I t her. Although you could make an argunt she wasn't too well held together when she was a human. Yikes.
It'd be nice to be able to chew the fat with soone who's had similar experiences is all I'm saying! I an, they're unlikely to be an ant, so that sucks for them, but just because they aren't a mber of the greatest species doesn't an we couldn't get along and have a good chat. How's the Dungeon been treating you? Which Biomass flavour is favourite? How much do centipedes suck? That sort of thing.
I'm kind of hopeful they might have one here in this compound. From what I gathered, there's a few monsters tucked away here. 'Specins' as that stone man would put it. Since they study individuals like when they co across us, there's a chance one is kicking around nearby. Maybe I should try and reach out with mind magic? No, shouldn't risk it. The people around here seem strong at mind magic and not afraid to use it in nasty ways, sothing the Sophos never did since they probably never felt threatened by .
After eting a sortie of stone-folk who were friendly and dressed in robes that were tied around their waists (what is it with these people and being bare chested?! Why the shirt hate?!), I was promptly surrounded and escorted with all haste toward their compound. The 'outpost' was basically a fortress carved into the wall of an open section of tunnel, hardly small enough to be called a asly outpost!
Before I had too much ti to take in the sights, I was bundled into a downward leading tunnel and shoved into what is essentially a cell. Don't get wrong, it's quite a nice cell. Not on the level of what the Sophos provided for their pets, that was practically a day spa for monsters, but it's not bad. A little bit of space to move around in, even for , so food and water provided, a cosy spot of soft materials to snooze on. No windows whatsoever and obviously hardened walls to repel physical attacks.
Above on walkways that looked down into my cell, three shapers stood still as the stone that made up their skin and watched carefully at all tis.
No privacy! Good thing I don't need to use a toilet or shower. I'd be embarrassed! I have to say, it even makes nervous to sleep. I've no doubt that all three of them are powerful mind mages, capable of launching fearso strikes to knock out if I'm doing sothing dodgy. I've actually attempted to speak with them a few tis but I haven't gotten any reply, they rebuff my mind bridges and fray them before I can connect.
So, there isn't a lot to do, basically. If they want to win over to their side and get to work for their ultimate goal of raising another ancient, they need to make a bit more effort! I'm sure they will eventually. I suppose I just need to rest until they're good and ready.
I did consider running away, a few tis in fact. The thought of carrying Granin away as a hostage had been sorely tempting, but ultimately I thought going along with the Golgari Shapers had been the safer bet. I have no idea where I am, or how to get back ho, or how many hunters would chase or anything about the situation at all.
From the mont they caught in the expanse I've been in their power. I can only hope Crinis is able to complete her mission and perhaps then so help might be able to find . I can't feel anything from the colony at this mont, none of their energy is reaching , so I know they're so distance away.
Either I manage to convince the Golgari to let go, which I don't feel is likely, or I prove to them that I'm useful in fulfilling their grand mission. The only other option is escape and I'm not certain I'll be able to survive that. Haaaah. This sucks. If only I'd stuck with the colony and helped them expand, I wouldn't be in this stupid ss! Yet another instance where avoiding my responsibilities has co back to bite right in the profit margin.
You'd think an ant would learn.
Faintly I can hear the sound of stone shifting above and a few monts later three new shapers enter with their rocky chests on display to look down at .
As an insect can, I stare back at them without shifting my head an inch, remaining perfectly still. If it unnerves them at all, they give no visible reaction, only watching silently. It's hard to tell, but I believe the three newcors are older than the other three. Sothing about how brittle their outer skin is, or is it perhaps a little pale and ossified? Regardless, they feel like authority figures, sothing might be happening here.
Sure enough, after so waiting a mind bridge is ford and extended out to . With nothing else to do my mana senses are fully attuned and for this reason I'm able to detect sothing strange about the way this bridge is ford. I don't think it's malicious in any way, but I feel as if it is woven between all three of them, and by all three of them at the sa ti. Is this the thod that Granin and his team used to attack ?
[We extend a greeting to you, reborn soul. We apologise for the abrupt manner of bringing you to us, but circumstances have pressed us into desperate asures.]
The three of them stare down at like hawks. The words are friendly but the eyes certainly aren't.
[Nice to et you folks! Gosh darn, I really hope I can be an ancient one day!]
Hah! Got 'em.
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